Bishop nodded at Brook's suggestion. "Lilacs with a few foxglove mixed in. Got it." He'd never heard of foxglove before. He pondered what this mysterious flower looked like as Brook give his parting remarks and make his exit. Waving to the boy, Bishop called out after him. "Thanks for...

Bishop shook Brook's hand, cracking a light grin at the comment about his name. "Pleasure." So this kid went to Bayview too. Bishop pondered about what a small world he seemed to live in, as Brook gushed to Tiffany about flower arrangements. He sure was enthusiastic about helping her. He s...

((sorry for the short half-assed post, being off in England has kinda temporarily killed my creativity and my ability to stay awake for more than 12 hours without feeling tired as hell)) Bishop turned his head as a boy around his age interjected into the conversation. Was he an employee? He sounded ...

Bishop watched silently as the scene unfolded. It appeared as though the...whatever had just happened, with that other girl had been sorted out, and Tiffany was now chatting with one of the employees. Suddenly, Bishop swerved his head as Tiffany's hand flew through the air, arcing within a few centi...

"Bishop, actually," he corrected her in his mind. He preferred to go by his middle name. There were countless Andrews in the world, but how many boys did you come across who went by the name Bishop? Aside from that one android from "Aliens," but then again...y'know, he was an an...

The sound of hundreds of blended conversations resonated all around Bishop as he slowly weaved his way through the crowds of mall-goers. Keeping his hands buried into the pockets of his khaki pants, he hummed an old hymn to himself as his eyes wandered across the plethora of stores lining the walls....

"One always finds time," Charlie responded to Natalie's comment about homework, as he followed her through the school. At least for him, this was always true. He could procrastinate all he wanted, but at the end of the day, some hidden drive within him would push him to complete all his ho...

Charlie just walked and listened as Natalie rambled on about painting and hamsters and painting hamsters. It was admittedly a rather strange topic, but Charlie couldn't help but feel glad that he was walking with someone who had stuff to talk about. Being the boy of few words that he was, he often r...

Charlie blinked, watching Natalie as she stared at him with vacant eyes, as though she were staring right through his head. There was a long pause as they stood there, Charlie waiting for Natalie to answer, and Natalie doing...whatever the hell she was doing inside that head of hers. Charlie could f...

As the crowd of students at the door began to disperse, a nearby voice caught Charlie's attention. Turning his head towards the voice, he caught sight of one of his classmates, Natalie Williams, leaving a message on her cell. She was one of the co-workers at the coffee shop where Charlie worked. The...

"...of the Commons is a concept attributed to famous ecologist Garret Hardin, who first presented..." Charlie's mind was fading in and out of reality as he stared blankly off into space, his cheek nestled comfortably against the olive-green fabric of his hoodie sleeve. One moment he would ...

Charlie waved to Natalie as she climbed into her sister's car. "No problem. See you later, Nat." Standing there with his hands stuck in the pockets of his green jacket, he watched as Natalie's car sped away and disappeared from the parking lot. "...Well...guess I'd better start making...

((Charlie Beckwith continued from The Alibi )) Charlie walked alongside Natalie as they made their way through the parking lot, their footsteps echoing through the large complex. He didn't really need to be there; he walked to and from work. But he figured if Natalie was going to be hanging around f...

"Well...I've always wanted to be a police officer," Bishop said after a moment. Ever since his bully-hunting days back in middle school, his ultimate dream had been to don that blue uniform, get behind the wheels of a genuine patrol car, and protect good citizens everywhere. Okay, so maybe...

Bishop leaned against the wall, idly tapping his foot to the beat of the music, as he waited for their song to come on. In his idleness, he attempted to wrap his head around the idea that senior year was almost over. It seemed as though it had been, if not yesterday, then some very short time ago th...